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I say, glancing at him. “What about the Elf on the council? He seemed very unhappy to see Aolis at the council meeting,” Rich asks. “He offered to sit in while Aolis was….figuring things out.” Aunt Cara states. She means when Aolis was trying to figure out his mate bond with Lily. “Does anyone know anything about the witches?” Aunt Grace asks. “No, but I can find out,” Rich says. “See if you can find out anything about a witch named Levana. That’s the name that keeps coming up with the vampires,” I tell him.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

“Do you know where she is?” “Nope. And if I did… I wouldn’t tell you.” He was one of two players left. The other one folded, and the American showed his cards. He’d won quite a bit of coin with only an ace and a queen, not even of the same suit. So he was a bluffer. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” “Because we have an agreement with the Vampires. I think you know that.” “I think you know that agreements with Vampires only last as long as there’s a more convenient food source.”

Nelanian ripped it open and read the name scrawled in calligraphy. 'Assassinate Mr. Starkridge by the 20th of this month.' It was stated. Nelanian remembered who he was at that point. "I am Zegrath Void, The Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, the hundred and seventh to hold the title," he said in his brain as he descended the hill.

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

I want him to look me in the eye and command his white smoke to eat him, and immediately his white smoke attacks him. “Aahhhh!!!” I heard him shouting. He tried to fight back but he can’t fight anymore, because it is his smoke attacking him that makes him weak. Not me. I know it is painful for him to be attacked by his energy, but I have no choice. He is unstoppable, that is why he needed to be stopped, and that is what I am doing. I made him look at me because I want him to see that it is not an illusion like what he did. It is real, his white smoke is attacking him for real, ready to kill him and little by little his light is shutting down and he is getting weak. I am absorbing his energy.

But they could give it to anyone in a different medium. Unlike archmages, who had their life force sucked away when they gave their mana to someone, the maceos were not like that.Nothing can go wrong for them, no matter how many people have distributed their mana, as long as they are given a mana replenishment. Unfortunately, the maceos were doomed to be used as a tool for others to obtain greater heights. Most of the maceos were used as experiments by the mages from the ancient Magic Tower. And now, there were only a few maceos around.

‘Once we’re safe, you’re going to tell me yours and Mateo’s entire history. ‘Sure,’ is Anika’s only response. ‘But first we need to get out of this.’ ‘Right.’ "Oh, Anika, you naughty girl," Armia says, drawing my attention back to her. "You tricked my brother into thinking you died, only to go into hiding." Shit, she could feel Anika? Just how powerful was this bitch? ‘She was the strongest necromancer of our time,’ Anika explains. ‘Her powers outdid those of even the elders.’

“Y-you…!” Ana grinned and let out a sigh, her appetite diminishing even further. “Well, allow me to introduce myself,” Ana said, extending her hand towards them and gently removing the mask that concealed her face. “I am Ana Mystica, and I’ve returned.” Mateo's and Chloe's eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the figure standing before them. It was the person they believed to be long gone, the person they thought was dead. “N-no way… I-It can’t be…” “A-Ana…”